Human dimension reduction

The figure of the child in the mist was blurred, as if it would disappear in a second, his whole body was pure and transparent, except for a pair of dark and deep eyes, quietly looking at the two strangers in front of him.

Now that Ren Qiaozhou wanted to observe more, he had to admit that this dungeon must be dominated by supernatural elements. This kind of Chinese-style horror game has been very popular for a long time, and it is similar to Thai-style horror games. , Japanese-style horror are popular in East Asian horror game circles together, and the dungeon has set up a ghost of the underworld with such a large amount of money, it is definitely not just for people to visit once in a while.

It can be confirmed that Asking the Yin Master, a profession that can communicate with the underworld and the human world, is the number one focus in this dungeon, and Lan Yin, the most powerful among Asking the Yin Master, must also be the top priority.

Qiao Zhou squeezed the cane, and gently turned the ebony handle in a circle, looking at the erratic little devil with his eyes, with a smile on his mouth.

So...he sometimes really feels that he is very, very lucky.

You don't even need to think of a way to get into Wanjia, you don't need to go to the Green Gang to be a dog-headed military adviser, and you don't need to replace a hapless ghost as an official to enter the city government. Opening the door is the key person, lore!

After crossing out the roughly planned development routes, Qiao Zhou decided to follow Lan Yin for a few days. What a nice NPC, and he can use waste as an optional suit when he doesn't need it.

He was about to hum a song in joy, and the puppet squatting obediently in his pocket shivered a little.

It always feels that Qiao Zhou, who is wearing the shell of a mad doctor, is starting to go crazy, so should he be reminded to restrain himself...

Lan Yin is not a person who talks a lot, and when facing the attracted souls, her words are short and concise: "Cause of death?"

The child with dark-eyed pupils paused for a few seconds, and said expressionlessly: "Dad brought something back from the outside and asked me to eat it. He said that after eating it, the family will get rich, and then I don't remember it."

His voice was dull and dull, as if he was talking about other people's affairs. There was no sorrow, anger or pain at all, as if all the emotions in his body had been emptied, leaving only an empty body maintaining the appearance of a human figure.

As soon as his words came out, Lan Yin frowned, and he turned his face to meet Qiao Zhou's. The people around him were also shocked, and gasped: "His father? No... wait, isn't this?" Possibly, his father obviously..."

The shock was natural, and the confusion was flawless.

A genius who adapts to the situation, a ghost who adapts to the wind.

The puppet was lying in his pocket in amazement. For such an outstanding talent, it would be a loss for the world's entertainment industry not to act.

The simple Lan Yin was deceived by Qiao Zhou's natural acting skills, and subconsciously thought that he didn't know anything, so she didn't say much, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly turned to the kid and continued to ask, "What does your father look like?"

Qiao Zhou admired in his heart, this is also a talent with a quick response and a flexible mind.

"He's bald, he's fat, and he has a dot next to his mouth." The little ghost answered every question.

Lan Yin and Qiao Zhou looked at each other at the same time: "It's not the person I saw."

After saying these few words, the little ghost's figure had already dimmed rapidly, and there was another gust of dark wind on the flat ground. Lan Yin pressed Qiao Zhou's shoulder and took a step back, bent slightly, and the child who died young disappeared into the air. in front of them.

The temple returned to the tranquility and emptiness it had when they came. Lan Yin took down the palace lantern on the altar table, and the vermilion fireworks inside had turned back to light blue, burning quietly and steadily, as if they would never be exhausted.

Qiao Zhou walked out with him, and couldn't help but ask after a while: "Where did he go? I read your Chinese mythology, dead people are reincarnated, did he go to reincarnate?"

Lan Yin's dark eyes were covered by long eyelashes, like a compassionate god: "Perhaps."

The words were ambiguous, so Qiao Zhou kept silent and didn't ask any more questions.

The way out was the same as the way they came in. Lan Yin held a lamp to illuminate the yellow mud road and passed through the blue-gray fog. The atmosphere was even more dignified than when we came here, and it was maintained until a wall of earth that was not too high or too short appeared in front of us.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them penetrated the ubiquitous fog and returned to the world of mortals ten feet away. Qiao Zhou looked back, and the plain yellow dirt road had disappeared. Behind him was only a mossy wall and A large water tank.

Lan Yin reached out and extinguished the light blue candle, holding the exquisitely crafted and simple palace lantern, standing under the white lantern with blue characters on it, looking at Qiao Zhou with a hesitant expression on his face.

Under the misty moonlight, the silver-gray long-haired young man remained in place, wearing a white coat that seemed to melt into the moonlight, lonely and slender.

Lan Yin licked her dry lips, thought hard, and tried to find a topic to break the deadlock. Qiao Zhou waited patiently without any sign of boredom, but Lan Yin became even more nervous, holding the hand of the palace lantern. It was tense, and even the light blue veins emerged.

"Then I'm leaving first? That child..." Qiao Zhou saw that he was silent for a long time, and looked past Lan Yin and fell into the back yard. Obviously, he knew what was inside, but the information he got tonight was too scary , so that he didn't know what to say for a while.

When Lan Yin was reminded by him, she suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was entrusted, and for some reason, the entrusted person stole someone else's child and pretended to be his own, so she really cried for a while in front of him. Chase!

It's okay not to know the truth, but once she knew that the heartbroken man holding the child had nothing to do with the child at all, Lan Yin's expression became a little ugly.

"Is he still there?"

Lan Yin didn't forget that when Qiao Zhou came, he told him that the man fainted from his heart, so he entrusted him to come here.

Qiao Zhou froze for a moment, hesitated for a moment: "Should... have already left, right? He knew that staying would be risky, so he wouldn't be so stupid... But why did he let me come over? No, it should be said that he made up What is this lie trying to do?"

He frowned and tried his best to think, Lan Yin looked at him for a while, then suddenly said: "I'll accompany you back."

No matter what that man wants to do, can it be that two young and middle-aged men can't beat a frail middle-aged man?

Hearing this, Qiao Zhou's hand holding the cane trembled.

go back?Where are you going?

Go back to the clinic that he made up out of nothing?

Qiao Zhou's face was unhurried, his brain was spinning rapidly, and he calmly declined: "No, I'll just call a rickshaw. The clinic has to go through the concession, and it will be very inconvenient for you to come back."

The exclusion of Chinese people in the concession is very serious. Chinese people who walk alone on the street are often stopped and searched, and even detained for no reason. It is difficult to get out without enough money to bribe the foreign police.

Nai Helan's phoenix eyes were cold and bright because she had made up her mind: "It's okay, they won't check me. It's too late now, there are no more rickshaws."

Qiao Zhou choked, Lan Yin was right, it was already late at night, the rickshaw drivers had all gone home, and the few rickshaw drivers were waiting in more lively places, no one would come to Liuzixiang Come to solicit customers.

Mistake, Lan Yin's obsession with him is a bit serious.

Qiao Zhou thought about it silently, and smiled at him without any flaws on his face: "Although it's strange to be sent home like a lady like this, but since Mr. Lan is so persistent, then it's fine."

He tilted his head towards Lan Yin, motioned forward, and said briskly, "Mr. Tolan, please?"

The puppet fell down in his pocket laughing silently. If it wasn't for Lan Yin beside him, it could laugh until all the chickens in a ten-mile radius would stand up and crow. Know.

Lan Yin breathed a sigh of relief after getting the other party's permission, and was secretly happy for her wit. She quickly took out a glass lamp from behind the door, rubbed her fingertips to light it, and smiled at Qiao Zhou.

The mortician had many taboo words, such as "hello", "goodbye" and "let's go" to living people, so he quietly looked at Qiao Zhou, waiting for him to lead the way.

Qiao Zhou bit his back molars and gave him a gentle smile in return.

...So where is he going to turn Lan Yin into a clinic?

If it weren't for the fact that Vincent's identity and Lan Yin's friendship is very convenient, he has already planned to get rid of the oil on the soles of his feet, and at worst, he will come back with another face, but...

The two walked on the quiet road at a leisurely pace. When Qiao Zhou wanted to please someone, he was the most desirable confidant in the world. He talked a lot about the rules of the mortician, and also talked about his daily work and the people he met. To Qiao Zhou's surprise, this man, who seemed to have no background in life, knew a lot about most of the famous families in Shanghai. many.

That's right, who doesn't have birth, old age, sickness and death, as the best mortician in Shanghai, the more honorable the family dies, the more you want to invite Lan Yin to the burial, otherwise it will be embarrassing, and when Lan Yin talked about them , also with a calm expression, obviously didn't take these famous families to heart, and said what he knew.

"The family style of the Wan family was not upright, and their sons were prosperous, but they died so early. Four of them were restrained in five years, and they all died suddenly."

When Lan Yin talked about the secrets of these big families, she didn't say anything, with an indifferent expression on her face, as if she didn't think there was anything wrong with saying so.

Qiao Zhou pondered for a while: "Mr. Lan, such things...you shouldn't have told me."

Lan Yin turned to look at him, and corrected slowly: "Lan Yin."

"Uh... what?" Qiao Zhou pretended not to know, grasping the innocent and polite tenderness just right.

Lan Yin then repeated: "Lan Yin, my name."

The pair of phoenix eyes lowered, staring intently at Qiao Zhou, and stubbornly reiterated: "No respectful words."

Qiao Zhou looked at those beautiful phoenix eyes for a moment, then smiled: "Orchid? I know your surname is a beautiful flower, in fact... I also like orchids."

He slowly and deliberately lowered his voice, pressed the last sentence under his lips in a low hoarse voice, and said it softly, as if reciting a short poem. And the sparkling lake.

Lan Yin's throat moved, and she looked away from Qiao Zhou's face in a panic, hearing a low laugh from beside her.

Listening to the conversation between the two, the puppet sympathized with this ignorant human like never before. The big devil laughed so hard, why don't you run away, human!

Hey, in this world, only it is sober.

They walked for half an hour, the shadow of the bell tower was already visible, and the concession was still brightly lit. The patrolman saw Lan Yin walking with a foreigner, and he did not question him ignorantly. The two passed through the lease and walked again. Into the silence of the night, it finally stopped on a street.

Most of the shops on this street are opened by Chinese people. Because of the proximity to the concession and better security, most of them are business of big commercial firms, and there are also a few shops of foreigners.

Qiao Zhou took Lan Yin all the way to the end, and stopped in front of a small door. The glass door was closed, and the inside was dark, with no lights turned on. Through the glass window, you could see various medical products displayed on the window. Devices and some medicines.

Qiao Zhou walked over, put his palm on the door lock, and pushed the glass door. The door opened as soon as it was pushed, and the young doctor with long silver-gray hair complained in a low voice: "...Marian forgot to close the door again. It's the first time..."

Standing beside him, Lan Yin frowned: "If you fail to do your job, you will be dismissed."

Qiao Zhou smiled at him, pushed open the door and signaled him to go in first, followed behind, and abruptly pushed back the lock that had been unscrewed silently just now.